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Chapter 532 Fear Stems from Insufficient Firepower

"call--"

Before he finished speaking, Su Haoming twisted his waist and hips, delivering a powerful whip kick to the werewolf's head.

A terrifying force erupted instantly, sending it flying sideways and crashing into the iron gate of the rooftop not far away, like a cannonball.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the iron gate instantly dented and twisted, and cracks appeared in the wall.

The werewolf's body slid off the door like a painting, all its fangs falling out, its ferocious head tilted to one side, clearly having lost consciousness from the attack.

Su Haoming was not surprised at all. He immediately took out a crystal ball and walked towards the unconscious werewolf with a smile.

"That's enough dragon fruit for today, but don't worry, once it's delivered to Baiyu Group, there will be even more good things to eat, I guarantee you'll enjoy it to your heart's content!"

As he spoke, he had a thought, and the crystal ball immediately emitted a silver light, taking the unconscious werewolf into it.

After doing all this, Su Haoming glanced at the piles of white bones in the tent in the corner of the rooftop, sighed softly, and then jumped off the tall building.

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Besides the clown, Jason, female corpse, werewolf, and other monsters already mentioned, Su Haoming also encountered various classic Western-style horror characters throughout the city.

For example, the chainsaw-wielding serial killer, and Miles, whose signature white mask.

There are also short but bloodthirsty dismembering goblins, ghosts without physical form who like to possess others, and various fantastical creatures from folk horror stories such as scarecrows and snowmen.

In the vast majority of these battles, Su Haoming unilaterally crushed his opponents.

That's not surprising at all.

As we all know, all fear stems from insufficient firepower.

The reason why horror movies are horror movies is mainly because the protagonist is incapable and is always at a complete disadvantage in the face of powerful horror characters.

Without the power to resist and without any hope of survival, endless despair will naturally arise.

To create this terrifying atmosphere stemming from a power imbalance, you either need to weaken the protagonist and make the character less intelligent, or you need to strengthen the monsters and create an insurmountable gap between them.

However, strengthening the monsters will inevitably affect the overall situation.

For example, modifying the plot of the protagonist's brief escape in the early to mid-stages to make it more reasonable, and adding horror scenes corresponding to the monster's abilities, etc.

All of the above is simply too troublesome for directors and screenwriters.

In comparison, weakening the protagonist is much easier.

Thanks to them, most of the terrifying characters Su Haoming encountered were monsters with insufficient mechanics, only surpassing humans in numerical values.

But once it comes to numbers, Su Haoming is no longer sleepy!

Although he has only just entered the Golden Core stage, with the supernatural powers he currently possesses, he is still at least a second-level immortal.

With a mere gesture, they can move mountains and fill seas, and shake the heavens!
Given enough time, it wouldn't be impossible for him to sink the continent and cleanse the surface.

Faced with such exaggerated numbers, terrifying characters that rely solely on numbers are naturally no match for them.

Just like Chu Renmei in "The Haunted Village," if you replaced her opponent with a Taoist priest from Maoshan who came to visit, or even a monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain, she certainly wouldn't be scary anymore...

Among the many terrifying characters, only some powerful monsters with complex mechanics are truly troublesome.

For example, there are characters like Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers who are impossible to kill, and monsters with conceptual abilities similar to the Joker.

The latter, in particular, is the most troublesome.

Jason and Michael are at least immortal and can still be injured by physical means, but the latter's abilities are mostly bizarre, somewhat like the popular internet term "concept god".

For example, right now, the bald monk version of Su Haoming is caught in a fierce battle with the mechanical monster.

The middle-aged Su Haoming finally dragged the nameless female corpse to this place, but could only stand dumbfounded by the roadside, looking at the bald monk who was fast asleep in the corner with a headache.

He scanned the bald monk with his divine sense, examining his condition, and immediately a thought struck him:

"The power of dreams... Is this Freddy?"

Freddy Krueger, a terrifying character from the "A Nightmare on Elm Street" film series, is considered one of the four greatest serial killers in film history, along with Jason, Miles, and Leatherface.

But unlike the other three, Freddy is a typical super-mechanical monster.

He possesses the ability to manipulate dreams, absorb fear, and distort dreams into reality.

Simply put, the person you kill in your dream will also die in reality.

Moreover, the more people he kills, the more fear he absorbs, and the stronger he becomes.

Without a doubt, in this chaotic and turbulent world, fear is everywhere.

Thanks to his kind, Freddy's power had long been nurtured to an extremely terrifying level.

Even Su Haoming's powerful energy clone was trapped in the dream he had woven, unable to awaken for a long time.

"This is troublesome..."

The middle-aged Su Haoming couldn't help but frown.

To evade death's pursuit, the clones have no spiritual connection. To know the current battle situation, they must enter the dream of bald Su Haoming.

Judging from his current appearance, Freddy's power is absolutely immense.

If the bald Su Haoming in the dream isn't a match, then adding him would just be a free kill...

Wait, a dream?
Isn't that a coincidence? Part of his soul is also in a dream!

The middle-aged Su Haoming suddenly realized what was happening and immediately turned around, looking thoughtfully at the nameless female corpse behind him.

My father said we should fight magic with magic.

Since they're both monsters that manipulate dreams, why not fuse them and see who's stronger?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Su Haoming no longer hesitated and immediately released the part of his divine soul stained with black energy, which roared towards the bald monk who was still fast asleep.

In an instant, the world around him underwent a dramatic transformation. The middle-aged Su Haoming suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the forest dream he was in had been merged into a much larger dream.

A blazing fire shot into the sky, like a blazing sun, illuminating the originally eerie dream of the female corpse as if it were daytime.

Such a strong dreamlike immersion reveals a vast, chasm-like gap between the two dreams.

The middle-aged Su Haoming looked solemn and immediately composed himself, looking up at the scene.

But when he looked up at the sky, his previously serious eyes suddenly contracted—

Above the vast sky stood a figure so enormous it defied description!

He seemed to stand outside the world, draped in a plain white robe, his body radiating a Buddhist light, like a giant Buddha in the starry sky overlooking the entire dream... Hmm?

White robe?

Buddha's light?

The middle-aged Su Haoming suddenly realized what was happening, and couldn't help but twitch his lips, his expression strange.

The next second, the majestic Buddha of the starry sky burst into wild laughter, his arrogant words like a resounding bell echoing throughout the universe, shaking the entire dream world to the point of collapse.

"Hahaha!"

"You heretics, how dare you run wild in my dreams?!"

"Hey, where do you think you're going!"

"Take this palm strike from the Buddha!"

Before he finished speaking, his imposing figure moved with surprising force.

A massive, star-like hand crashed down with disproportionate speed, carrying a terrifying force capable of annihilating everything, and thunderously slammed into the earth below.

Before they even got close, a terrifying palm wind was already howling towards them.

The entire sky seemed to be torn apart by the palm strike, collapsing amidst the fiery red light.

The air instantly became as thick as lead, making it impossible to breathe. In the city below, countless skyscrapers, like Lego bricks that children had violently knocked over, crumbled and collapsed one by one amidst deafening roars.

Seeing this devastating scene, middle-aged Su Haoming couldn't help but feel speechless.

He immediately turned his gaze to the city below the Buddha's palm, and sure enough, on the street in the center of the city, he saw Freddy wearing a striped sweater and a black top hat.

He, who used to enjoy devouring fear and spreading death, has now switched roles with his prey.

That face, covered in burn scars, was filled with an indescribable and incomprehensible extreme fear.

"what!!"

He screamed in terror and frantically tried to run away into the distance.

But before that majestic, star-like Buddha's palm, the entire dream world was as insignificant as dust. How could Freddy, a mere nobody, possibly escape the palm of that giant hand?
He was like a fly trapped in amber, only able to watch helplessly as the colossal hand that blotted out the sun slowly descended with irresistible force, crushing him, along with the entire dream city, into dust!
"boom!!"

The deafening roar seemed to split the heavens and the earth apart; the entire city crumbled and vanished in an instant.

A violent shockwave, carrying smoke and dust, shot into the sky like a rolling sandstorm of death, instantly engulfing the entire dream and obscuring the vision of middle-aged Su Haoming.

Thick smoke and dust billowed into the sky, instantly engulfing the entire dream world and completely obscuring the vision of middle-aged Su Haoming.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the world before our eyes had completely changed.

Beneath the dark red sky, the magnificent yet sinister hell stands majestically.

As if sensing something, the middle-aged Su Haoming's gaze slowly slid down the enormous black shadow that filled the dreamscape, and soon he saw four familiar characters on the eerie door of the first floor—

Tongue-pulling hell!

"This is... the eighteen levels of hell?"

The middle-aged Su Haoming smirked, his eyes immediately gleaming as he gazed into the deeper reaches of hell.

In the Tongue-Pulling Hell, Freddy's frail figure struggled desperately.

He let out a shrill and furious roar, constantly waving his signature metal claws, but he couldn't harm the ghost guards around him at all. Instead, they held him down tightly.

"No! Let me go!"

"I am the Lord of Nightmares—uh-uh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a ghostly messenger, expressionless, pried open his mouth and clamped down on the tongue that had once uttered countless vicious words with scorching hot iron pincers.

The next second, the ghost messenger suddenly pulled hard and ripped the tongue out.

The unimaginable, intense pain caused Freddy's body to convulse violently.

But under the ghost messenger's skillful manipulation, he couldn't even let out a complete scream, only uttering painful and desperate groans from his throat.

Moreover, while he was being tortured, the surrounding hell forced him into hallucinations, allowing him to experience the perspectives of those he had tortured and killed, feeling their purest fear and pain before their deaths.

The fears he had spread in the past now transformed into venomous stings, a million times more potent, piercing Freddy's own soul.

However, this level of torment is merely an appetizer in the deepest hell!

When he was tortured to the point of near death and thought the torment was about to end, the ghost messengers dragged his broken soul to the next level of the Scissors Hell.

There, they would use specially made scissors to cut off Freddy's dream-weaving fingers, one by one...

Imagining the torment Freddy might suffer later, middle-aged Su Haoming couldn't help but sigh.

"Su Haoming, Su Haoming, what exactly are you worried about?"

"A mere nightmare is no match for you."

Before the words were finished, a sound suddenly came from the dense forest dreamscape that had been integrated into the background.

The middle-aged Su Haoming's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately turned to look behind him. He saw a petite figure huddled in the dense bushes.

She lowered her head, desperately curling up her limbs, her pale arms wrapped around her frail body, trembling in this gloomy and desperate hellish scene.

"This is... an unidentified female corpse?"

(End of this chapter)